Mrs. Chanandeler Bong

(March 21, 2011)
I really, truly love that you referred to the hot-amazing-musician man as Mrs. Chanandeler Bong. I don't know that I'm actually going to tell you what his real name is because the replacement is so dang funny. So, the hereafter-known-as-Mrs.-Chandeler-Bong boy of hotness was on Facebook chat this Thursday, and I impulsively (as is pretty much my adjective of choice for any dealings with boys) decided to just send him a little thing about how it was fun to sing together and we should do it again. I then settle in to take a middle of the day nap but am overjoyed to hear the little Facebook chat ding of happiness!!
Mrs. Chanandeler Bong has concurred, and says that he is, in fact, going over to our bishop's at just that very moment to go do some jamming (this only sounds weird if you don't know our bishop, who's awesome and incredibly good at the guitar and bass and drums and any number of musical instruments.) I tell Mrs. Bong that this is most exciting, and he says I can come along if I like.
I pretended to think about that for a little while, but I ended up going and jamming with him and the bishop. Oh, more of the singing and guitar and awesomeness. I LOVE singing with him.... La la la.... Ha ha ha...Mrs. Chanandeler Bong is so attractive. I don't think you understand. I'm pretty sure that he's not actually attracted to me - my ability to read those vibes is rarely off the mark - but he's making it annoyingly difficult not to like him. He's fun to talk to and incredibly laid back and he makes a truly unusual amount of eye contact....oh, and when I was walking by him and a girl from our ward the other day, I said hi, and I hear, as I walk away, "Did you know that Kristen's like crazy good at the piano and at singing?"
Ah, Chanandeler. So attractive. So flattering. So unattainable. If you continue to be all of these things, I shall spontaneously combust. I shall. Let's just go with easiest to fix and you can just stop complimenting me, K?
In other news, Matt Palmer is home. Matt Palmer of high school pre-Kristen's-whoring days fame. And ever since this news has broken, I find myself mildly incapable of normal function. I may or may not be a bit preoccupied with the idea of seeing him again. Will you please tell me how lame that is? My rational mind has been trying to tell me that since last night, when this piece of information was shared with me, but it's having no effect.
Oh, but this weekend was an historic one. Drumroll please....I had two dates this weekend. One Friday and one Saturday. I don't know what to do with myself, that is just INSANE. That has never happened to me before, ever. One of them was with the-apparently-not-lying-and-very-attractive-DJ and the other was with Brett, random boy from my ward. I was pretty sure that I wasn't into Brett prior to our date, and I'm certain now, but I figured I'd give him one courtesy date on which to possibly change my mind about my initial dating score for him.
Details of note: DJ and I held hands again, and I think he might be into me, but I'm so distracted by the prospect of Chanandeler that I'm not capable of processing my thoughts on this development.
I put a really sizable ding in the door of Brett's car at the very end of the date, which is horrible. If he asks me again, I might just say yes out of guilt.
So that's boy ness. Can I just get you to commiserate with me that my dating life has, by all accounts, recently entered a perplexing but not altogether distressing parallel universe, a complete and utter diversion from what it was? I just need someone to see this.